Disclaimer: I do not own the Newsies, nor Jack Sparrow, or the Black Pearl.
A/N: Alright...this stories a bit different. Yes I know Pirates were not really even existing anymore during this time and yes I know it is WAY unlikely that the newsies would meet up with one. I just kinda got the insperation and so I'm goin with it...hey who knows it might turn out good..um I hope!
From the docks of Manhattan a very odd sight could be seen. An old fashioned ship was slowly coming into view. A gentle breeze from the sea blew as the warm sun was slowly beginning to rise. On the ship were what looked to be pirates. One girl no older then 16 was standing on the very edge of the boat, her arms spread wide as she listened to the ocean's song. Her raven black hair blew in all directions only a red bandanna keeping it somewhat tamed.
"Jezebell!!" One of the crew yelled out her name pulling her out of her daze. She opened her startling baby blue eyes and looked over at the older man.
"Aye?" She asked tilting her head to the side.
"Will ye get off the side a the boat...ye don't wan' ta end up swimmin wit the fishes savvy?" The man said bringing a smile to Jezebells face. She jumped down from the edge and walked over to the man. "Where are we gonna dock? We cain't let the officials see our boat. " She pointed out.
"Aye, but lest ye forget this is the black pearl...if she dont want to be seen, she wont be." The man said giving Jezebell a wink.
"You and yer stories Pete...ya sound like me great grandpa!" She said with a giggle.
"Aye but me stories are based on truth luvvy. 'Taint' ya wondered why we 'ave yet ta be caught ?" Pete said raising his eyebrows as they approached a dock. "Only those a us that carry the medallions can see it." He said holding out his medallion.
"D' ye really t'ink it's true Pettey?" She asked leaning against the boat.
"Aye...I know it." Jezebell turned away and looked at the quickly approaching shore. New York. The one place she'd yet to see. She'd been all around Europe, Asia and South America. Her and the rest of the crew had just come up from the Caribbean. Jezebell pulled her medallion up to inspect it. Every one of the people on this ship had one. Jezebell had another necklace however. On this one there was a locket. It had been passed down for generations on her mothers side of the family. She smiled at the thought of her mothers side of the family. She was a descendant of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. This ship had been in her family since him. At the moment she was too young to be a captain so her cousin had taken control. He went by the came Captain Red Beard. Jezebell found his name rather ridiculous but it wasn't her place to say so. Soon they were close enough to lower the row boats that they would use to get to the docks, while the captain and a few other crew members would find a better place for the boat to stay out of site.
"C'mon Jezebell, it's time tah go tah shore!" Pettey yelled towards her as she hurried over.
"I wonder what it'll be like." She said as she hopped into the boat.
"I s'pose we're about tah find out." Pettey said with a smile as they started to row to shore.
In Manhattan the Newsies were just making their way towards the Distribution center.
"Odd weather we're havin taday huh Jack?" Crutchy said to Jack as they walked. Jack seemed a bit far off.
"Huh? Oh yea." Jack said looking up at the sky. "Somet'in tells me a change is about ta happen, and it's commin from da sea." Jack said smiling. He'd never had such a feeling that something was going to happen since the strike.
"Ya know...its funny last night I had a dream about pirates." Blink said with a grin.
"Maybe cause ya look like one." Jack suggested with a laugh. Blink wore an eye-patch over his left eye which gave him a rather pirate like look.
"So how are t'ings wit you and Sarah?" Blink asked changing the subject.
"Dey're awright...I dunno dough...I aint too serious about her...she's kinda like a cookie cuttah." Jack said with a shrug. Truth was Sarah had started to bore him. She was just like every other girl out there, nothing special.
A/N: Alright...this stories a bit different. Yes I know Pirates were not really even existing anymore during this time and yes I know it is WAY unlikely that the newsies would meet up with one. I just kinda got the insperation and so I'm goin with it...hey who knows it might turn out good..um I hope!
From the docks of Manhattan a very odd sight could be seen. An old fashioned ship was slowly coming into view. A gentle breeze from the sea blew as the warm sun was slowly beginning to rise. On the ship were what looked to be pirates. One girl no older then 16 was standing on the very edge of the boat, her arms spread wide as she listened to the ocean's song. Her raven black hair blew in all directions only a red bandanna keeping it somewhat tamed.
"Jezebell!!" One of the crew yelled out her name pulling her out of her daze. She opened her startling baby blue eyes and looked over at the older man.
"Aye?" She asked tilting her head to the side.
"Will ye get off the side a the boat...ye don't wan' ta end up swimmin wit the fishes savvy?" The man said bringing a smile to Jezebells face. She jumped down from the edge and walked over to the man. "Where are we gonna dock? We cain't let the officials see our boat. " She pointed out.
"Aye, but lest ye forget this is the black pearl...if she dont want to be seen, she wont be." The man said giving Jezebell a wink.
"You and yer stories Pete...ya sound like me great grandpa!" She said with a giggle.
"Aye but me stories are based on truth luvvy. 'Taint' ya wondered why we 'ave yet ta be caught ?" Pete said raising his eyebrows as they approached a dock. "Only those a us that carry the medallions can see it." He said holding out his medallion.
"D' ye really t'ink it's true Pettey?" She asked leaning against the boat.
"Aye...I know it." Jezebell turned away and looked at the quickly approaching shore. New York. The one place she'd yet to see. She'd been all around Europe, Asia and South America. Her and the rest of the crew had just come up from the Caribbean. Jezebell pulled her medallion up to inspect it. Every one of the people on this ship had one. Jezebell had another necklace however. On this one there was a locket. It had been passed down for generations on her mothers side of the family. She smiled at the thought of her mothers side of the family. She was a descendant of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. This ship had been in her family since him. At the moment she was too young to be a captain so her cousin had taken control. He went by the came Captain Red Beard. Jezebell found his name rather ridiculous but it wasn't her place to say so. Soon they were close enough to lower the row boats that they would use to get to the docks, while the captain and a few other crew members would find a better place for the boat to stay out of site.
"C'mon Jezebell, it's time tah go tah shore!" Pettey yelled towards her as she hurried over.
"I wonder what it'll be like." She said as she hopped into the boat.
"I s'pose we're about tah find out." Pettey said with a smile as they started to row to shore.
In Manhattan the Newsies were just making their way towards the Distribution center.
"Odd weather we're havin taday huh Jack?" Crutchy said to Jack as they walked. Jack seemed a bit far off.
"Huh? Oh yea." Jack said looking up at the sky. "Somet'in tells me a change is about ta happen, and it's commin from da sea." Jack said smiling. He'd never had such a feeling that something was going to happen since the strike.
"Ya know...its funny last night I had a dream about pirates." Blink said with a grin.
"Maybe cause ya look like one." Jack suggested with a laugh. Blink wore an eye-patch over his left eye which gave him a rather pirate like look.
"So how are t'ings wit you and Sarah?" Blink asked changing the subject.
"Dey're awright...I dunno dough...I aint too serious about her...she's kinda like a cookie cuttah." Jack said with a shrug. Truth was Sarah had started to bore him. She was just like every other girl out there, nothing special.